Tyrant's Eye Novels & Stories

"Sleep." I closed my eyes as sleep took over me. TBC Whew.... writing smut scenes are really exhausting, I didn't even do much lmao. Comment your thoughts below....few more chapters and we'll be done with Tyrant......yayy!! Xoxo... Ivy

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

Katrina watched him carefully as he stared up into the darkness in a seemingly hopeless attempt to find some sort of explanation in it. She couldn’t help but notice he didn’t seem to be bothered by being alone with her. He didn’t look like he wanted to leave. As his eyes flickered towards hers, Tyler’s pupils darkened and his eyes glowed orange. They were the same color as the glowing flames dancing under the night sky. She found herself mesmerized by the beautiful, hypnotic shade.

He turned and plunged his sword into the Elephant's Foot. "Wake up, Tyrant!" Valerius screamed. The Heart stopped beating. Then, it expanded. The molten slag shifted, cracked, and reformed. It wasn't a heart anymore. It was an eye. A giant, burning, radioactive eye. And it was looking at Jack.

Tyron breathed harshly as he stormed into the tent with Sweat and blood glistening on his bare body, his muscle taut. His eyes darkened as he stared at Lyra, his submissive slave. “Come here.” He ordered. Lyra stood up to walk to him when her back suddenly got slammed on the wall. Tyron had his hands wrapped around her neck, his mouth inches away from her ear. “When i call, you crawl,” he whispered. “Yes sire,” she breathed out.

A contrast to Garden City’s wild, unpredictable shape. “Prepare a diplomatic message,” Varyn said. “Express concern. Offer medical aid. Supplies. Engineers. Compassion.” “Compassion, sir?” the aide echoed. Varyn almost smiled. “Yes. Tyranny works best when it wears the mask of generosity.” He dimmed the hologram until only the growing red pulse remained. “This is not defeat,” he said softly. “This is recalibration.” He stepped back, hands clasped behind him. “They removed our eyes.”

Morris said nothing as he held the bigger card leaving the smaller figure no choice but to kneel obediently. "I did as you said. Don't kill him, please let him go" an angel voice pleads as she kneels before a tyrant staring at her as if a hunter waiting to devour his prey. "I'm not done yet, angel. We barely start." Morris said as he wiped Clare's tears away. "Now be a good girl and suck it," Morris said as his hand motioned his already hardened cock. Clare's eyes widen with fear, she gulps as the imperious thought occupy her mind ‘The size is inhumane’

Tunisia's POV I was sitting in my dark living room; only a little light was in view, as it was occupied with dancing candles casting gruesome shadows on the walls. Marcus came in. "Ma'am, our spy says Emma is planning to open Sara's gate of energy for the war," he informed me with low urgent tones. My gaze jerked up; my eyes slit. That gate was the key to unimaginable power, and I wouldn't allow Emma to unlock it. "And?" I pushed my voice tight with anticipation.

Her eyes were pale white implying that she was blind to the natural world but she stared into my eyes like she could see them and their secrets. "Why are you here Alpha Jason?" The eye of Cassandra asked. "I think you already know. What blasphemous rumors is the church spreading this time?" "Do you mean the birth of the tyrant king?" The eye of Cassandra giggled. "There are no lies in the sight Cassandra shows to me. Only truth. Alpha Jason, are you afraid of the truth?" "What does she mean by the birth of the tyrant king?" Olamide chipped in causing the eye to turn in her direction.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know